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I want to take her to bed and make her moan.
I’ve been doing my best to maintain proper, respectful etiquette, but a man can only take so much of those stunning eyes as they fall on me with something like desire.
Maybe tonight will be our night.
I blow out a breath.
“Ready,” she says, and I nod as I try to shake off those thoughts.
It’s becoming harder and harder, though. We ride in the back of a car together toward my brother’s house. His neighborhood is gated, but that doesn’t keep out the media, so he has tents set up along his driveway to allow guests to exit their vehicles in privacy.
I’m thankful for that, at least. I know we need to break the news to Amelia in person, and I’d really rather not have her find out ahead of time, if that’s at all possible.
The fact that she doesn’t know by now seems less and less likely, but she hasn’t called me out on it, and as far as I know, Grace hasn’t heard from her either.
We’re escorted toward the front door, and Grace’s hand slips naturally into mine. It’s so natural that I almost don’t even notice it except for the fact that her hands are ice cold. I glance down at her, and her eyes are looking at me. I squeeze her hand, and her lips tip up a little as something passes between us. It’s that feeling you get when you’re distinctly a couple—that understanding that we can talk without words at all.
Each moment I spend with her seems to be pushing me closer to her as I feel myself starting to fall.
There’s just one problem.
Even though my brain tells me Gracie would never, ever cheat on me, the last woman I was with did.
And Amelia’s not the only one.
Athletes have reputations as dogs, and a lot of them are. But it’s just as easy for the women left behind managing their day-to-day existence to step outside of a relationship as it is for the men who are in different cities every night playing a sport that’s a part of their DNA.
I’m scared to give all of myself to someone only to be blindsided again.
Gracie is different, and I know that. My heart doesn’t truly believe she’d ever be capable of cheating. But my brain likes to intrude on that conversation and remind me that I didn’t think Amelia was capable of it either.
We’re taken into the office on the first floor, where I find my parents, Lincoln, Jolene, their kids, and Asher.
“Hey, family,” I say, waving as I walk into the room.
“My handsome boy,” my mom says, walking over to adjust my tie before she pulls me into her arms.
I squeeze her tightly, and I do a little bro-shake with both Linc and Ash while Grace and my mom hug.
As my dad claps me on the shoulder, I ask, “Where’s Grayson?”
My mom fields that one. “He’s up in one of the guest rooms getting photos taken with Beckett,” my mom says, referring to Grayson’s best man, his best friend from high school.
“How’s he doing?” I ask.
“Calm as a cucumber,” Mom says. “He’s ready, and Ava is an absolute vision. The dress is perfection, and that belt you picked out is stunning, Spence.”
“It was all Gracie,” I say honestly, nodding at her.
She sets a modest hand on her chest. “I’m still mortified that we even had to consider figuring out how to make that up to her.”
“That reminds me,” Mom says. “I never saw the picture of you two at your wedding.” She raises her brows pointedly.
I laugh and hold up both hands defensively. “This is Gray’s day.”
“That’s true, but he’s not here. Show me,” she goads, and I glance at Grace, who lifts a shoulder as if to say, go for it.
I pull my phone out of my pocket, and I pull up the email from the chapel since I haven’t downloaded the photos to my phone just yet.
